Many are the voices that echo through my mind,
From the beginning to the end and then rewind.
I hear them all again when I let myself stop and think.
Whenever all the others fail, his pulls me from the brink.
The times when life unbearable seems to be,
Memories of my life with him and how much he means to me.
Sometimes I wonder why I\'ve been blessed with you.
Is it because of the hand that life has dealt, or something it has yet to do?